Rio Da Yung Og - WYDT (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rio Da Yung Og - WYDT (en) Lyrics
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(It's a Wayne beat)
Got a quarter million dollars,
I got, alright
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money
Is Not Everything, nigga
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Broke-ass nigga, what you do today?
Alright
Ghetto Boyz shit, man,
free the whole ghetto
I just bought a pint of Trish,
I’m finna do an eight
Ten thousand on a joggin'
fit, it's a Louis day
I got so much LV on, call me Louie Ray
That’s my blood brother
Me and C just drunk a pint,
that's my mud brother
My nigga fightin' for his life,
he served an undercover
I beat bitches' back in,
I don't go under covers
I don't kiss and tell,
I don't pillow talk
Five thousand all blues'll
get your killer bought
Fifty thousand all hundreds,
he think hе gettin’ off
That’s just small pape'
I need insurance on this
pint, call Allstatе
And I don’t know how to cut hair,
but I give bald fades
Pull up on your bitch
and get my balls ate
I'm finna pull up with a brick
and give 'em all shake
Da Young OG, bitch, I talk
more shit than Dawgface
It's a new year, this a new pint
Went to Wafi, six hundred,
I got new ice
In a 680 Maybach with the blue lights
I’d rather gamble buyin' fake
drank, I don't shoot dice
My nigga shot a crib up,
they gave him two lifes
Supercharger on a V truck,
I just flew by
I've been up for six
days like I do ice
Quarter-million dollars rap
money, I made that tonight
On a eight-hour pass, I
made a quarter-million
I hope I don't go to hell
for abortin' children
Damn, you ain't had no Actavis?
I drunk a four in prison
Bring the AR pistol in the club,
I'm an important nigga
I wore Dior in prison
Baby, what you want, a purse?
I'll Dior your Christian
Came home, made "RIO FREE,"
it took me forty minutes
Nigga, ask Will
I got a thousand Percocets,
only half real
But we ain't use no fentanyl,
they just Advil
Twelve hours free, I made a half mil'
I can't believe you told the
bitch to pay half the bills
Count the money with my eyes
closed, I got mad skills
I'm a scram scraper
The way I'm livin', I might
make a hundred grand later
I don't know, bro
Ain't had no pape' when I caught
this case, I went pro bono
Just cracked a seal, drunk a four,
now I'm movin' slow-mo
And I don't drink them Act' pops,
I heard it's Chlo-Chlo
I beat my bitch ass in broad
day, she called the po-po
I can't believe this bitch
tried to get me violated
.308 hit him in his head,
now it's annihilated
I hit her raw nine months ago,
she said she dilatin'
Found a grower on the West Coast,
I'm tryna buy an acre
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